Prologue One
Hi, my name is Bulma Briefs and I'm a Jersey girl, everyone know me as one of the most greatest authors of their time. They know me as a great mother, a great wife. All my fans and all my friends swear I always had it easy, well at least where I live now they do, simply because I live my life as a deferent person. Oh if only they new what kind of life I had when I was a nobody- a girl with low self esteem, the girl that lost all hope, the girl that wanted more they anything to be with man she was ever capable of loving. Of coarse I love my husband Darien with all my heart he is a great father to Bulla, Trunks and Fantasia but I'll never love him as much as I love Vegeta. A strong and prideful man. Vegeta broke my heart over and over again and what kind of hold this man haves over me, I'll never know. My mother hated him she stayed on my neck about being around him. She would always say If your father was alive you wouldn't do the things you do now. I really grew to hate momma and the only one that made me hate her was herself! The God fearing woman, she tried to control me with her religion God is this and God is that, man I tell you the woman would drive you to jump in a river somewhere! She's also the reason why I grew to hate church so much! Me and michiru which is one of my older sisters didn't get along and I didn't see too much of Gabriella. So when I felt like the world was going to end, I would have my sister Ami to talk to. She didn't have it easy herself so in some cases we understood each other. Then their was Goku, Vegetas younger brother we were very close friends. I would everyday see him but a lot of unexpected things in our friendship took a turn for the worse. And I've always had Setsuna for a great friend. She's one of Vegetas sisters that I've none since childhood, but I didn't know Vegeta or Goku until my Jr. year in high school. Even though I had people to talk to, it still wasn't enough for me. God knows I had it bad. I've told some people about my past.
I just haven't told my Children. Some skeletons are better left in the closet I always tell myself. I know in my heart that there are things they do have a right to know, I just don't know how to tell them.
But enough about me, because this isn't my story.
This is Bulla's story. My darters story!
My story is for another day.
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The next CH. Prologue two
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